My aunt once burned my face with boiling water. Today, I’m the one who feeds her. Life has its own way of turning the tables.
In the quiet village where Rejoice lived with her grandmother, life moved with a slow and steady rhythm. Her grandmother, Mama Ebele, was a kind woman, weathered by time yet rich in wisdom and compassion. She never pressed Rejoice to speak of the past; instead, she offered a steady presence, giving the young girl space…